Eighteen feels like the end of the world
It feels like nothing will ever get better
It feels hopeless, at times, daunting
It feels like nothing is coming together
Eighteen feels more like eighty
My eighteen year old bones hurt
My heart beats feel like heart attacks
And my mind is on high alert
Eighteen feels like a whirlwind
It feels like I'm spinning out of control
Hydroplaning across a four lane highway
Watching, outside my body, as the car rolls
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Eighteen feels like the end of the world
It feels like nothing will ever get better
It feels hopeless, at times, daunting
It feels like nothing is coming together
Eighteen feels more like eighty
My eighteen year old bones hurt
My heart beats feel like heart attacks
And my mind is on high alert
Eighteen feels like a whirlwind
It feels like I'm spinning out of control
Hydroplaning across a four lane highway
Watching, outside my body, as the car rolls
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